“Soulmates are a load of shit.” “Are they?” Shawn arches his eyebrow. “You’ve never come over to my place and downed half a bottle of bourbon to talk about a woman before. And then suddenly you meet someone at a photo shoot you weren’t going to do, have the best night of your life, then miss her when she’s gone? If that’s not a soulmate, I don’t know what is, man.”
